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Soft Moist People
03:36
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Think about it
Talk about it
Everybody wanna have a take about it,
Aint nobody gonna do a thing about it.
Think about it
Talk about it
Imagine all the things that we can do about it
But nobody's gonna take up arms and walk about it
Walk
Write about it
Bitch about it
I am just as bad when I think about it
Just here to spew another take about it
Walk
I don't wanna be another soft person
(You can see nothing)
I don't wanna have another set of soft moist hands
(We can see through the stained glass)
I don't wanna be another soft person
(We can see nothing)
I don't wanna have another set of soft moist hands
(You can see through the stained glass)
Walk
I don't wanna be another soft person
(You can see nothing)
I don't wanna have another set of soft moist hands
(We can see through the stained glass)
I don't wanna be another soft person
(We can see nothing)
I don't wanna have another set of soft moist hands
(You can see through the stained glass)
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2. |
Run Home
04:04
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We're all grasping for attention
He knows the ways of misdirection
He knows where to go but he doesn't say
We're all swayed by affection
He knows he should go but instead he stays
Run
Casually so cruel to me, run home or dive into the sea
He knows one thing from another
He calls talking like your brother
And he claims that he knows what will set you free
Always coming around uninvited
He knows he should go but instead he stays
Run
Casually so cruel to me, run home or dive into the sea
Casually so cruel to me, run home or drown in the sea
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Showing Teeth
04:37
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You were the wolf, and I was the sheep
You wore me out just standing next to me
I'm not sure you ever really smile
I think to you it's all about showing teeth
Swear I'm not bitter now, I got nothing to prove
But I'm always looking over my shoulder for you
Said I swear I'm not bitter now, I got nothing to prove
Nothing new to say nothing left to feel
Empty as a tomb, but no room to heal
What can I say? I can only smile
From joy to spite it's all about showing teeth
Swear I'm not bitter now, I got nothing to prove
But I'm always looking over my shoulder for you
Said I swear I'm not bitter now, I got nothing to prove
Nothing new to say nothing left to feel
Empty as a tomb, but no room to heal
What can I say? I can only smile
From joy to spite it's all about showing teeth
Nothing new to say nothing left to feel (swear I'm not bitter)
Empty as a tomb, but no room to heal (swear I'm not bitter now)
What can I say? I can only smile (swear I'm not bitter)
From joy to spite it's all about showing teeth (swear I'm not bitter now)
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4. |
Comfort Zone
04:25
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Tell me something I don't know
and take me out of my comfort zone
Tell me something that I know
and pull me back into my home
Everybody knows the score, just don't tell em why
It is the way it is
And someone knows what for, but won't tell me why
It is the way it is
It's all coming down on top of me
Nobody takes the time to dream for free
and can't you see
that what you are and who you were, where you are and where you been they're all the same
Something wicked this way comes, but I can't see
the forest for the trees
So now I'm giving up the gun so I can plead
I'm down on my knees
It's all coming down on top of me
Nobody takes the time to dream for free
and can't you see
that what you are and who you were, where you are and where you been they're all the same
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Somethings coming up from underneath the surface
It cant be quelled and it cant be bought
Somethings coming up from underneath the surface
It cant be learned and it cant be taught
Somethings coming and its just beneath the surface
it cant be burned and it cant be stopped
Somethings coming and its just beneath the surface
the channel cant be turned and service wont be dropped
Time marches onwards
and she says "Fuck your traditions"
and so do we
An ouroboros but instead of a serpent,
a talking head shoved up its own ass
A bag of virtues and a lack of purpose
who woulda thought your time had come to pass?
Somethings coming and its cracking through the surface
it cant be burned and it cant be stopped
Somethings coming and its cracking through the surface
The channel cant be turned and service wont be dropped
Time marches onwards
and she says "Fuck your traditions"
and so do we
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Anticipation
03:02
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I've been building this for such a long time
something better happen soon
The lights are down, the curtain's dawn
performance's time will come
somebody tell me what to do
You can cast it in the fire with me and watch it burn
or drown it in anticipation
expectation
Cause I've been building this for such a long time
and nothings happened
I've been building this for such a long time
something better happen soon
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This machine is always in the red
push it until everyone is dead
This machine is always in the red
fake it until everybody's dead
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Spiritual Creeps
02:57
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You see him from across the bar, he's getting down to some Phish cover band on a Wednesday night at the local dive
He's walking over with a toothy grin and over the music you can hear him start to spin a lie through his clenched jaw
He says something along the lines of "I dig your vibe" but you're spoken for, or not interested and you make sure to let him know (so he can let it go)
But he can't and he wont so the next thing you know he's offering you a dip from his stash of sass and condescendingly explaining polyamory (and how it makes him more free)
Cause he's a spiritual creep
There's one in every scene
His loving is free, masking misogyny
Oh, he's rolling, chakra's growing in the root
If you know what I mean
Co-opted eastern philosophy, boiling it down to say "Sleep with me, prove your mind is free"
But in his mind he wants to get you in to a one on one yoga session, turn it in to heavy petting, but you're too good for that
Cause he's a spiritual creep
Oh they think they're so deep
His loving is free masking misogyny
Oh, he's rolling, chakra's growing in the root
If you know what I mean
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9. |
Only Time Will Tell
02:42
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I see you beating on that dead horse
Until you're red in the face
You try to tell me 'bout the discourse
that everybody knows
You're at the function quoting Sartre
You're try'na get them to say you're so smart
I bet you're thinking that you're so deep
but everybody knows
That I could drown you in the sink
Only time can tell
Only time can tell you this
Only time can tell
Only time can tell you you're a fool
You see me talking to a friend,
What's your opinion on my taste again?
You see me talking to my friends,
You gonna keep us at the gates again?
but everybody knows
You're a ghost
Only time can tell
Only time can tell you this
Only time can tell
Only time can tell you you're a fool
(Time)
Only time can tell
(Time)
Only time can tell you this
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10. |
Method Acting
03:55
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You take the role too seriously
The one you're playing in my life
You take the role too seriously
The one you're playing in everybody's life
Ooooh
I can never tell
Ooooh
When you're telling the truth
Ooooh
I can never tell
Oooh
When you're telling a lie
Perception is deception is....
reality
Cause you're a method actor
performing every day life,
and you're breaking character
How much of you is really you?
How much of me is really me?
We'd all rather be seen than perceived
How much of me is really me?
Ooooh
I can never tell
Ooooh
When I'm playing the part
Ooooh
I can never tell
Ooooh
When I'm reading the lines
Perception is deception is....
reality
Cause we're all method actors
performing every day life,
and we're breaking character
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A Golden Despondency
04:42
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Taking myself seriously had me falling half asleep
Draw the curtains, putting life on pause
Life's a joke and so are we, endless tragic comedy
It's using you and digging in its claws
Drink myself into a ditch find someone to help me stitch
but never clearly blame it on myself
Time is passing endlessly, poison myself to get to sleep
It's pitting me against myself
So, you went and ran your mouth
now everybody knows,
and nobody will answer when you call them on the phone
You went and ran your mouth,
now you're laughing all alone
You've got no friends that you can call your own
Toxic positivity will always get the best of me
comedy is medicine, you see
Running backwards endlessly until the waves are at my feet
and I realize that I missed the curtain call
Perform my life with relative ease, murder my autonomy
I guess I'm a chameleon after all
Life's a joke and so are we, endless tragic comedy
It's using you and digging in its claws
So, you went and ran your mouth
now everybody knows,
and nobody will answer when you call them on the phone
You went and ran your mouth,
now you're laughing all alone
You've got no friends that you can call your own
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12. |
First They Came...
02:47
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We all know the devil writes the details anymore
but somewhere along the lines it got crossed
so if the ones that you find leave you blind,
just know that you've been played for a fool
A man rode in with a shit eating grin
and gave all your troubles a face.
You don't know who, and they don't look like you,
and fear will spread like the plague.
A strongman running his mouth
is a posturing coward of doubt
So if you know the time, you'd know this old rhyme
won't end with the first train out.
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Quinn Decker Austin, Texas
Songwriter and Multi-Instrumentalist in Austin, TX. I make psych-soaked, garage-dwelling glam rock.
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